There are so many things
from which my inspiration springs.
Heroes rare, who do what's right,
powered by goodness, not by fright
(MLK and Joan Baez) -
what they do, not just what they sez.
Friends, who, daily, monthly, weekly,
find ways to give uniquely.
Nature has a special place,
stirring me with matchless grace,
but, the first place in my heart
is for women and men of art.
Novels, film, painting - I'm engrossed,
but pretty songs do the utmost
to find the fountain that flows within -
my soul's expression to begin.
Art shows me who I am, you see,
and also, what I can be.
Categories:
sez, inspiration,
Form: Rhyme
KEY:
A: An American Man
B: A British Man
*It be a late evening in a semi-lively lightly plastered crowded pub near Bavarian Village in Hyde Park, London, England, UK.
A: "Charlie 'Ole England, hey, my friend!"
B: "Eh, 'tis bloke sez, Charl'lee, like Joel'lee eh, tat's a rich one, you're from the States?"
A: "Yes, I am, excuse me, but I'm actually looking for the bathroom, --bad!"
B: "You mean the loo, wel' ya do look a bit heady, wright down ther' at the n'd of the 'allway!"
A: "Thanks, my friend!"
B: "Bez' be off wit' ya, matey, ther'd mite-be a Q down ther'!"
A: "A what?" (Halfway down the hallway he stops and turns)
B: "A LINE!"
A: "Oh."
B: "Off too the lil' boys room wit' ya, ore ther'd be a Spring in ya, Summin' up long befor' the Fall in Winter's Hole!" "HA!" (the Pub breaks out laughing)
A: "Oh whatever, ah! This must be Windsor Hall?"
#1. I wasn’t sure what it was he said but it meant a lot to me.
Categories:
sez, character, culture, drink, friendship,
Form: Narrative
Heather, Oh Heather
The worst waitress ever
Whenever will you come back to me?
I sit here forever
No service is rendered
And never do ever complain
Heather, Oh Heather
It’s so hard to remember
And it’s easy as pie to forget
With so many orders
And Special de Jours
If only you could find your pen
Heather, Oh Heather
It sez here in the paper
That people are where they eat
Together, they’ll find us
Alone in the diners
Apart from the lives we lead
Heather, Oh Heather
The worst waitress ever
The service was splendored today
We’ll take us together
Away and forever
And never will ever complain
Categories:
sez, humorous, love,
Form: Rhyme
A sweetie dialed up,
to the Dark knight.
Sez mac the knife,
He won't treat me right.
Knight sez Oh No,
Just one thing to do.
Let's go to a Bash,
on the Blue Moon.
Slim Polly, Tall Sally.
And Suzi Q.
All play in the band,
Know how to Groove
Filled up their van,
hit auto cruise,
Flew to a Gig,
on the Blue Moon.
Rock Robin, Big Jim,
with Duke of Earle.
Sing in the band,
put a swirl on a curl.
They got the flash,
Alotta hot tunes.
Made a Big Splash.
on the Blue Moon.
"Ole" Rudy Vallee,
is the Dude on the moon,
He crooned at the bash,
All the gals swooned.
Everyone sez yeah,
let's do that again soon.
Plannin a new Bash.
On the Blue Moon.
Categories:
sez, humorous, nonsense,
Form: Burlesque
Hiz fingrs they did be tray him
koudn't keep tim to, uh, a beats
Hiz toz about awkwordlee the same
All left foots, Joe, of sadly sez, wur
Wer iz hop, wen kids kant reed or rit
An if they kant dants, they be to wit
_________________________________
This is a composite of what I was dealing
with as a tutor, pre-COVID, by the way.
The kid who wrote this is now a high
school honors student... And if you be-
lieve that, I sell leak-proof cabins in the
African Rain Forest you might be inter-
ested in. ...
Categories:
sez, class, sad, today, writing,
Form: Free verse
“Be happy like me,”
Sez dem dat has got.
“But you be da man,”
Sez dem dat has not.
“Be thrifty like me,”
Sez dem dat be rich.
“But it’s Saturday night.”
Sez dem got da itch.
Categories:
sez, allegory, society,
Form: Burlesque
Do Remember
Do Remember...
Gifts jiggle, just like laughter
Hidden in small places.
Ever after, means ever after!
We'll be fine... our chosen spaces.
Do Remember…
Girls never want a gift of soap
Instead… pile up hugs with mucho kisses!
Favorite perfumes, not on a rope.
Tickle time on my toes…2 + 5 never misses!
Do Remember…
Time rocks my boat..marry merry
Hissee fits...unacceptable day or night
Alone time always n-e-c-e-s-s-a-r-y!
Talking time, jives just right!
Do Remember…
Going far while keeping near
I won’t forget ..there’s date-day and tonight
Vows we championed..true and clear
You say, "I do." Me sez,"He's right!"
Do Remember…
Years ago our saga triggered
Onward through zigzagging ways
Unique freedom…for as we figured
Our fame... outlasting fathomed days.
Do Remember…
I respect our unknown destiny
Always you, who's hip-hip with me!
Confirm our road! What trajectory
True mates...true blue. We're WE!
July 2, 2021
Categories:
sez, 12th grade, dream, friendship,
Form: Rhyme
Take the word “TRUMP”, reverse it and change two letters
You get “SMURK” sorry couldn't come up with anything better
Not appropriate for a sitting prez
But it's free speech the constitution sez
He's changing a lot of peeps into a bunch of bed wetters
Categories:
sez, political,
Form: Limerick
"Every problem has a solution
already inherent within ....
Be still and listen closely
and the solution
will begin"
c 2019 b.e.singer/swami sez
all rights reserved
Categories:
sez, cheer up, encouraging, growth,
Form: Quatrain
Peddy don’t know-no betta to do,
he just following his imaginary urges,
friendly suggestions from TuSac Boy Blue
Sayin’ little Timmy and Sue
wanna play the same game too
Pity-patty
First fake squirt a few ...
then tell his new little buddies,
he made a tear boo-boo
Let him cry on the shoulder,
while his little hands privately
wander over
down there and touch you
Peddy got caught
wid his hands in the honey pot
Patting his little head ... sweating hard,
and licking his lips a lot
Take po’ pity on Peddy,
‘cause his little fingers gon be
trying to pick the lock
Pity-patter of his little feet ...
lying to escape
another beating, and him eating
his own bad boy snot
Prison infirmary peeps sez:
Peddy’s short eyes memory
most daze
don’t remember a lot
Much of what he does now ...
is suck his tiny thumb,
and finger diddle
wid the pretty little flower pot
Categories:
sez, child abuse, dark, evil,
Form: Narrative
"Who is 'Swami Sez?'
It's the pseudonym
for b.e. singer
(Bruce E. Singer)...
Who, through his pen
brings 'upliftment, wit and wisdom'
as an insightful 'shining light bringer'"
Categories:
sez, blessing, celebration, cheer up,
Form: Quatrain
Take the word “TRUMP”, reverse it and change a few letters
You get “PERVURT” sorry couldn't come up with anything better
Not appropriate for a shitting prez
But it's free speech the constitution sez
It's changing a lot of yankees into a bunch of bed wetters
Categories:
sez, forgiveness,
Form: Limerick
So long, Spicy ...
sho’ hate to see you go
You were the best comic relief in the PT carnival
Prez Trump sez he don’t need you no mo’
So you publicly resigned
after getting the private heave-ho
So long, Spicy ...
it sho’ was fun having you around
The way you spun those alternative facts
was so crazy clumsy cool
How you and Kellyanne would go on the attack,
then backtrack from the shark press pool
Y’all were some kinda funny,
reverse moon-walking laughingstock fools
Now Kooky Kellyanne is still here, and you’re gone —
that just ain’t right, it’s so wrong
So long, Spicy ...
I’m gonna play another
Saturday Night Live sad, satirical song
Me and the ghetto gang is sho’ gonna miss you
when you’re gone
(Mr. Robin Harris and BeBe kids will too)
But before you leave,
do me a favor willya please ...
tip your jilted jester cap
to the smiling PT freak show,
and give a dour derriere frown,
to the Inepters running this clown carnival
Categories:
sez, fun, humor, satire, truth,
Form: Light Verse
Down in Louisiana,
down in da bayou deep
Where sweaty bodies hear da swamp sounds
in da hot, steamy heat
Local people know Mamadou Sekkou
Medicine woman
born on da banks of da bayou
300 lbs
of dark, dark skin
charcoal black
Big bosomed woman
with black and silver wavy waterfalls
flowing down her back
Mamadou Sekkou
sez she got a potion for you
Make your weak man strong,
make him love you all night long
Make him be yours from a man-child
til he be old in da bones
Make him be yours all his lifelong
Just don’t do Mamadou Sekkou wrong,
or a curse is gon rise from da swamp
Do da big Cajun woman right,
and a blessing gets added to your life
Mamadou Sekkou sez she a woman of God,
had da healing potion oracles passed down ...
straight from da root of da African bush
that don’t burn
Mamadou Sekkou
sez she curse dem dat don’t never learn
Dem dat keep to da bad ways,
dem dat wear da gator gaze
Curse dem to da swamp dey go,
let da glowing eyes drag dey souls down below
Mamadou Sekkou
give dem da swamp Cajun curse ...
but she always try to turn dem right first
Categories:
sez, identity, judgement, places, woman,
Form: Epic
I cannot stand poetic forms
I like them less than winter storms
they force me into ancient norms
of rhyming words in angry swarms
for I was frightened by Haiku
in darkened rooms -- I cried --- boo hoo.
Then came the metronomic tick
sez I: “what is this evil trick?”
now I must measure every rhyme
with tapping stick of metered time
I cannot…. will not, …..won’t ….I say
be forced inside the lines…..to stay.
For I shall dance….the poet’s dance
of shaggy hair….. of tattered pants
dance with those….. in tie and tails
rap with those….. released from jails
free demon words from fear’s cold cell
sing hymns resounding angels bell.
My crayons stray outside the lines
my words creation redefines
I am free to choose my words
soothing balm or cutting swords
to calm the hearts of troubled souls
as shovels digging dying’s holes.
And yet the verse is never Free
for it remains a part of me
wandering a poets hell
secrets it has yet to tell.
5/12/2016
submitted to – Get Your Dr. Seuss On – Poetry Contest
sponsor – The Seeker
Categories:
sez, humor, poetry, writing,
Form: Verse
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